“Damn you,” she said. “I could get addicted.” “To having a strangers cum inside you?” “No, dummy. Well, maybe. . . ” I chucked and ni...ped at her ear. “Ah,” she shivered. “No, Sir, I mean. . .” She rubbed her hands over my back, tracing the marks she left behind earlier. “I mean I could get addicted to you.” I raised my head to look into her eyes, offering a smile. She looked expectant, wondering what I would say to her confession of passion. My mind raced with a million answers, but all of. ‘She’s more than a cook, don’t let her fool you,’ Paul said, walking up and snagging some fried potatoes from another warmer. ‘You’re one hell of a cook,’ Caitlin commented, taking a bite of the eggs she just scooped on her plate. Jessica thanked her and flipped the next two pancakes before checking on the omelet cooking in a pan on the back burner. ‘Paul, your omelet is ready,’ Jessica called. Paul hurried over and accepted the plate with the omelet on it and added some potatoes and turkey. Maybe i had the wrong key card. So i tried the room next door. worked. Geeez.. i had picked up the wrong card. So i went in. and laid down my stuff. I listened against the adjoining wall. Same sounds, but I think its alyz moaning. She had always said she would need a room far down the hall....hmmmi called the front desk . they didnt believe me. and also said, that i took both cards. they dont have backup. have to wait to return the cards to reprogram and they do that in the morning. i paced. I thought she might have even rubbed my half bulging cock in my pants on purpose. Either way I felt her hand rub against my crotch as she pointed with the other hand. After that her and I seem to be flirting back and forth all night. Her husband a Dr Haven was two sheets to the wind and was off doing his own thing. My best friend didn’t seem to care about his step mom showing me attention because he was too busy trying to get into someone else's pants. All I could think of was Stiffler’s Mom.